My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 399

Chapter 399: Chapter 399 SOMETHING’S WRONG

CELESTE’S POV

I knew something was wrong long before anything actually happened.

It wasn’t a sound or a scent or even something I could clearly name.

It was a feeling—subtle at first, like a thread pulled taut deep in my chest.

The night pressed in on me in a way that felt...familiar.

I lay still on the narrow bed in my Frostbane quarters, watching shadows shift on the ceiling.

The guards stationed outside hadn’t moved for hours. Their presence was a constant weight, felt even without a wolf to confirm it.

I had grown used to being watched, being contained, being treated like a criminal that might slip through their fingers if they loosened their grip for even a second.

My fingers clenched against the thin blanket, the fabric coarse beneath my skin. The unease climbed higher, pressing into my ribs, constricting my lungs.

Something was wrong.

Not in the vague, restless way I had felt these past few days, but in a sharper, more defined way that made my pulse climb.

The last time the world had felt like this—too still, too expectant, like something unseen was closing in—was moments before the escape attempt.

The memory hit harder than I expected. Cold metal against my wrists. The suffocating helplessness. The moment everything had shifted, and there had been no way to stop it.

My breath snagged.

“No,” I whispered under my breath, pushing myself upright.

There was no logical explanation for why I felt this way. All I knew was that I felt this way.

I swung my legs off the bed, ignoring the slight tremor that ran through them as I crossed the room.

The restraints at my wrists and ankles clinked softly with each step, a reminder of how little freedom I actually had within my own pack.

At least I was no longer chained to the bed.

“Hey,” I called, slamming a fist against the door. “Open up.”

Silence.

I pressed closer, my hand flattening against the cold surface. “I said open up! Something’s wrong.”

One of the guards shifted on the other side. I clearly heard the scrape of a boot, the faint adjustment of weight.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he replied after a moment, his tone controlled but edged with impatience. “Go back to bed.”

“You don’t understand,” I snapped. “I’ve felt this before. We need to—”

“We’re not opening this door, Celeste. We have our orders from Alpha Ethan.”

I exhaled slowly through my nose, trying to keep the rising frustration from spilling over. “Then call Ethan.”

“No.”

The word hit like a slap.

I’d lived so much of my life never hearing that word, and now, a lowly guard said it to me?

“I’m not asking,” I said, my voice hardening. “Call him. Now.”

A pause.

Then, colder this time, “Unfortunately, we don’t take orders from you.”

“I am your Alpha’s sister!”

“You’re our Alpha’s burden,” he retorted. “After everything you’ve pulled, the least you could do is sit still and be quiet.”

I sucked in a sharp breath.

After everything you’ve pulled.

The erratic behavior. The outbursts. The constant suspicion that I was hiding something, planning something, manipulating something.

I had earned every ounce of that distrust and disdain.

“I’m not trying to escape,” I said, quieter now, though the urgency still burned beneath the surface. “Just call him. Please.”

“Not happening.” There was a finality in his tone. “You’re staying right where you are.”

My hands clenched.

I turned away from the door and began pacing the small room in quick, agitated steps. The restraints bit faintly into my skin with each movement.

The sensation only escalated, cinching tighter around me like an invisible net.

I needed to think. What did I have at my disposal that I could use?

No wolf. No mind-link. No authority.

Nothing.

I raked a hand through my hair, frustration boiling until it threatened to ignite into recklessness.

I had to reach Ethan. I had to warn him. I had to—

The handle turned, and the door opened.

My eyes widened. “Elara?”

A long time ago, the sight of Ethan’s Gamma would have filled me with loathing and disdain, but now relief hit so abruptly it almost made me dizzy.

She stepped inside and moved toward me with urgent steps, her expression tight and focused.

“I just received a very confusing order from a ten-year-old,” she said.

I frowned. “What?”

She grabbed my arm and, with a key she retrieved from her pocket, began to unlock the restraints. “No time for explanation. We have to leave. Now.”

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